"Well, I'm back—and I had a midnight snack," Elora said, glancing at her mother's expression. She could tell right away-her mother had seen her and Tatum hugging.

After a brief silence, she decided to speak first.

"Mom."

"Elora."

They spoke at the same time, then fell silent again.

"You go first, Mom." Elora stepped closer. "You're clearly not sleepy yet. Come to my room- we can have a mother-daughter chat."

That way, they wouldn't disturb her father and brother.

Mrs. Ormond followed her daughter into the bedroom.

She rarely entered Elora's space. Ever since Elora started junior high, she had made it a point not to go into her daughter's room without permission.

As her children grew, they needed their own privacy, and she respected that.

you want some water?" Elora asked, noticing her mother's hesitation. She motioned for her to sit

daughter for a moment before saying, "Elora, you just got back from a

she needed a little time to process what she had

was exceptional-so exceptional that Elora hadn't gotten tired of it after

had assumed her daughter's private chef arrangement would only last for a short period, thinking that Tatum

was to Elora, but she hadn't thought too much of

hadn't concerned her either. After all, Tatum wasn't just any chef-he was the

natural that her attitude toward Tatum

Mrs. Ormond hadn't expected

introductions to outstanding young men in the city. But

no idea what kind of man her daughter

Her priority was managing the company

family's circumstances, and the fact

yet thirty, Mrs. Ormond hadn't

however, particular

them a target. If Elora married the wrong man— someone ambitious with ulterior motives-it could

an unhappy marriage, but she could also be manipulated, leading to

to inherit the business, the risk of outsiders

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